I Hate You (Fred Weasley Story)

Chapter 30: Who Won?

Harry's POV

"Potter!"

I gasped as I sat up quickly, my eyes opening up to a room of white. The voice was haunting me, staying in the back of my head. I looked around and noticed I was in the infirmary. I glanced at the bed next to me and saw Belle, still out cold with Oliver Wood sleeping in the chair next to her, holding her limp hand.

The memories from what happened with Quirrell came flooding back in. I stared at Belle, mentally pleading for her to wake up. I looked down and saw my arms were bandaged and my head was pounding.

I whipped my head toward the doors as they opened with a quiet screech. I frowned slightly as Dumbledore walks in. "Headmaster." I say in a way of greeting.

He smiles and sits next to me. He eyes the gifts on Belle and I's tables. "It looks like your friends are sending lots of love." He smiles softly and looks at me. "How are you feeling?"

I looked down at my arms. "My arms feel fine, and my head is only hurting a little." That was a lie. My head felt like it was on fire.

Dumbledore looked at me for a second before nodding. "That's good. I will talk to Madame Pomfrey and see if you could be let out today. You know, Harry..." He added, catching my glance at Belle. "If she doesn't wake up by tomorrow, we are going to have to let her go."

I shook my head, staring at Belle. "She will wake up. I know it. She just needs persuading." I glanced at the boy sleeping next to her.

"It's amazing how much love can be shown by one, when the other has more love for someone else. Isn't it funny that Mr. Wood is always there for Belle, and she loves him back for that I'm sure, but you can see that she loves someone else entirely."

I nodded, having noticed that before too. "Sir, can I join everyone for the feast tonight?"

Dumbledore nodded. "You may leave now. I'm sure there are some who are waiting to see you." He smiled and stood up. He picked up a box of jelly beans. "Ah, may I?" I nodded quickly. He pulled one out. "I have never been lucky with these. One time I was so unfortunate as to get an earwax flavored one." He read the label. "Let us see if I can redeem myself, shall we?" He smiled and placed the bean in his mouth. His face stayed somewhat expressionless as he chewed. He nodded. "Earwax." A pause before he continued with a more cheery tone, "I hope to see you at the feast, Mr. Potter." He stands quietly, walking over to pat Belle's limp hand, before leaving the infirmary.

I sit through Madame Pomfrey's last check up before standing up and running toward the door. I threw it open and walked out. When I got to the staircase, I glanced up and saw the two people I was dying to see.

Hermione and Ron met me halfway. "Harry!" Hermione threw her arms around me in a hug. "How are you feeling?"

I smiled. "I'm fine." I turned to Ron. "How are you buddy?"

He grinned back. "As good as I'll ever be. I feel invincible." I laughed.

Then the mood turned serious. "How is Belle? Has she woken up?"

I turned to Hermione. I shook my head. "No. Dumbledore said that if she doesn't wake up by tomorrow, they are going to let her go."

Hermione gasped and covered her face with her hands. "No."

I sighed and nodded. Ron looked terrified. "If they let her go, who will be there to support me in my stupid decisions? And then tell me that if my stupid decisions don't work she would kill me?" I smiled softly at the memory.

"I'm worried. I think that Belle can still wake up." I whispered.

Hermione looked up, a frown on her face. "You think she can...so, what? She just doesn't want to?"

I nodded. "I think she feels that there is nothing here left to fight for. She's been acting like this...depressed shell of herself since she broke it off with Fred."

Hermione gasped. "She needs to be persuaded to wake up! Harry, you are a genius!" She starts running down the stairs.

"Hermione! Where are you going?" Ron yelled after her.

Hermione kept running. "To wake up Belle!"

We followed her back into the infirmary and saw her waking up Oliver. He sat up instantly, his eyes quickly going to Belle. He frowned as he noticed she was still asleep. "What do you need, Hermione?"

She pointed at Belle. "Wake her up."

Oliver looked at her, confused. "What? How?"

She rolls her eyes. "Talk to her. Persuade her to come home." She pulls a chair up and sits next to Belle on the other side, holding her hand.

Oliver clears his throat, getting ready to wake her up. As he opens his mouth to say something, the doors to the infirmary burst open and in walk the Weasley twins.

Fred was glaring at Oliver. "Back away from my girl, Wood."

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THIS CHAPTER WAS EDITED ON MAY 8th, 2020